In my daily scour of the internet for glorious things to bring to you, I found my soulmate.
Inasmuch as a dining room can be one's soulmate, that is.
Today's original post has been pushed to tomorrow because I don't want to taint this photo by putting it next to merely mediocre rooms. Without further ado...
There are ghost chairs. There are chandeliers. There are wingback captain's chairs. There are painted wood floors (seriously!) and hot pink and mirrors and tufted and floor-length windows. Would I have used bigger, sparklier chandeliers (or black ones)? Duh. And probably a Kandinsky instead of the LOVE piece, but whatever. I'll take it even with its flaws, and we'll work through our issues together.
|Design by Hilary White. Expect to see a lot more of her here at ladychirpsalot.|
I'll help elevate it to perfection, and it'll remind me to floss daily and put down the damn cupcake. Now leave us; I think we need to be alone for a while.